#and he goes home to see her face right there

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Hate and comfort

Lando norris x reader

Summary- where y/n joins quadrant athletes and gets hated on because people only think she got in because Lando is her boyfriend. (Mix of Insta edits, written and tweets, also please lmk if you like me adding the tweets or not, in my inbox or comments )

*I don't own any of these photos they are from pinterest

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@.Quadrant Please welcome the newest adrenaline junkie to the team Y/n. Y/n has been a part of the Nitro circus for 4 years, pulling off world-class stunts and we can't wait to see what she can bring to the team.

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@.Hater Wait so she does flips in the air and we’re calling her an athlete?? be serious.

@.hater2 Nepotism wins again 💅

@.maxfewtrell welcome to the team y/n/n

@.Hater3 I just unsubscribed

@.Y/n.L/n Thank you for signing me 💚

→ @.Hater4 SLUT

You laid in your hotel bed, tears rolling down your face as you read the comments, you have had your fair share of hate. Being a woman in a male-dominated sport you were judged, if you cried you were over sensitive, if you have male friends you're a slut, If you celebrated, you were cocky and the list goes on. But this was different.

What made it all harder was the fact that you were completely alone. Melbourne was another stop on tour with Nitro Circus, just another city, another crowd. You were 10,000 miles away from your family and friends, the people who had stood trackside in the pouring rain just to see you land your first flip. You were 8,000 miles away from Lando, the one person who could make the noise fade with just a look, the only one who knew how to hold you when the world got too loud.

Your relationship had only been going on for about a year, you both had made a decision not to go public, with all his crazy fan girls and the media, it would have just torn you two apart. Seeing all the comments on the new quadrant post made your brain go into overtime with thoughts filling your head 

Was Lando really worth the pain? Do I say anything? 

Just as your head was filling with more thoughts, you heard your phone buzz from where you had just dropped it 

Lando 🧡 Love, I know you are seeing the comments 

Lando 🧡  I wish more than anything i could be there right now just to pull the phone out of your hands and remind you who the fuck you are

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You turned your head to the side to read the clock that was beside your hotel bed, and when it read 1 am, you let out a sigh and opened up your F1 app so you could watch the Saudi Arabian race. For the first time that night, you smiled, watching Lando go from p10 to p4. You watched the podium celebration before putting your phone on charge and going to sleep, dreading what you were going to face tomorrow

That morning when you woke up your phone was just flooded with notification and it overwhelmed you, so you messaged your trainer and some of the staff letting them know you were turning off your phone, once the messages were sent you turned off your phone with a heavy sigh and got your head in the game.

You just had to get through practice tonight and the show tomorrow, and just a few more stops of the Australian leg of the tour. Then you can fly back home and be with your family and support system. The ones who didn’t question your worth or weigh your success against who you were dating.

What you didn't know was that Lando was currently on a plane to you. Rushing through the media of the Saudi Arabian Grand Prix. To then fly to Melbourne to hold you. (I know the timeline doesn't make sense, but this is fiction, not real life so just go with it)

Lando had messaged the team asking if they could help surprise you. Lando had given them a rundown of the situation and the plan of action. Luck was on Landos' side tonight, his plane landed an hour before practice was scheduled to finish, which meant he had enough time to quickly get your hotel room card from your trainer, have a shower, get some food for both of you and get some other essentials.

Lando sat on the edge of the hotel bed, waiting for you. Your trainer had sent Lando a message saying you were on your way up to the hotel room. Lando was mentally freaking out he wanted everything to be perfect, he could hear your voice from outside the door and so he stood up holding the flowers he got on his way to the hotel and stood there waiting for you to enter the room

You let out a slow breath, shoulders heavy with exhaustion, your mind already shutting down from the day. The door clicked open, and you pushed it gently, stepping inside. That's when you froze, your mouth wide open from shock, Lando is here like right in front of me, you thought, still not being able to let any words out

His voice was soft. "Hey, love." Before your mind could process what was happening, your body made its way to Lando. He held you with so much love. "I’ve got you," he whispered after a moment, lips brushing the top of your head. "I’m right here. Let it out, love."

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@.Landonorris 8,000 miles. 18-hour flight. I would do it 100 times over again just for you...when you love someone as much as I love y/n, you’ll do whatever it takes to show up. I didn't travel across the Indian Ocean just to stay quiet 🧡

We have only been dating for a year, and y/n has been doing Nitro Circus for 4 years. Y/n is not here because of me she’s here because she’s damn good at what she does and I'm happy to be her wag and show the world how amazing she is.

So, to whoever this may concern kindly fuck off with your hate comments!

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@.maxfewtrell Damn y/n you really are lucky Lando wouldn't do that for me 🥲

@.user Lando is really the definition of "if he wanted to he would"

→@.Landonorris damn right I am

@.danielricciardo mate said 🏎️🏁✈️🏃‍♂️‍➡️🫂💥

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@.Quadrant Say it louder for the haters in the back 🧡

@.McLaren Well said, Lando. We stand with Y/N always.

Lando sat in the stands, with a Nitro hoodie, black jeans, with his white Air Forces on, he had a special surprise just for you, he’d been holding onto since landing in Melbourne. He just needed the perfect moment. Before the show, the team had asked if it was alright to feature him in the crowd during your performance you replied with "yeah sure fuck it"

You had your helmet, full gear on, and adrenaline pulsing through your veins, just waiting for the signal from the staff to announce you and the rest of the dirt bike crew. Once you got the signal, you rode out of the tunnel, riding up the ramp. In one fluid motion, you launched into the air, legs stretched behind you in a perfect Superman pose, landing clean like it was second nature.

The crowd was in chaos with all the cheering. You looked up at the jumbotron to see your boyfriend Lando with his hoodie lifted up to show off the t-shirt he was wearing,

Which was a black t-shirt with "Y/ns' #1 WAG" printed on with white writing, you stopped for a moment, your cheeks going red under your helmet, and soon you let out a little laugh.

Once the show was done, you made your way to the fan zone, quickly signing as much as you could before making your way to where Lando had been standing. Lando picked you up effortlessly, you wrapped your legs around his waist, and wasted no time in pulling him into a kiss

"You were amazing out there," Lando murmured, his voice full of admiration, his arms tight around you. You pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, your lips curling into a soft smile. "Thank you for showing up", You spoke with tears welling up in your eyes

"Like I said in my Instagram post, I would do it 100 times over again just for you", Lando said with nothing but love in his eyes placing another kiss to your lips. This was where you belonged, right here, in his arms

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chapter thirty four - still pogue trash

two months later…

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your phone buzzes the second you hit the bed, kicking off your shoes and reaching for the blanket draped over your desk chair.

you've had three classes today, plus two hours of studying, and a club meeting mixed in. you're exhausted.

when you see jj's name on your screen, you smile. his conversations were always your favorite way to end a night, anyways.

when you swipe up into the conversation, your smile drops.

'dont freak out but im outside your dorm rn'

your heart races, your mind goes blank. and then, absolute chaos.

youre scrambling for your keys, nearly knocking over a laundry basket and some things off your desk in the process. your pulse is in your throat, your smile tugging wide and unstoppable.

but before you rush out, something catches your eye. taped to the middle of your bulletin board is a piece of paper, edges curled, ink smudged a little at the corner.

still pogue trash, still yours. you're gonna do great. — love, jj

it’s the note he had slipped into your things before you left, a small piece of him to keep with you when you unpacked your dorm room.

you stop. it hits you kind of hard. but youre smiling again because right now, youre at your dream college, happier than ever. and in just a few seconds, you're going to see the boy you're so deeply in love with.

the distance was hard, especially for jj. but between the facetimes and texts and hand written notes he would send you in handwriting so poor you could only laugh, there was never a moment you thought you wouldnt make it.

your phone buzzed again and youre snapped back into reality. with your id and keys to your dorm in hand, you go bounding down two flights of stairs to the lobby of your dorm.

the doors of the dorm swing open, and for a brief moment, everything around you blurs. the world outside is bathed in the warm amber glow of the streetlights, and the air is thick with the scent of rain.

you step onto the sidewalk, the chill of the evening air brushing against your skin, and you stop, suddenly aware of how quiet everything feels. and then, you see him.

he's leaning against his truck, hood pulled up over his messy blond hair, hands tucked into the pockets of his worn zip-up. it's barely enough to ward off the chill of october, but he’s here. jj maybank. the boy you’ve spent the past two months missing. the boy you've spent the last four loving.

“jj!” it comes out breathlessly, an exhale of laughter mixed with disbelief. he looks up just as you reach him, and before he can say anything, you’re crashing into him, arms going around his neck, pressing into the warmth of his body like you’ve been waiting forever for this moment.

"hey, bunny." he murmurs into your shoulder, turning his head to press a single kiss to your neck.

your hands move instinctively to his face, grabbing his chin to meet your eyeline. you trace the lines of his features like you’ve missed them more than you could ever explain. and then you kiss him.

when he pulls back, he looks at you with that familiar, crooked grin, eyes soft but full of something undeniable.

"you know," he says, accompnied with a grin, "i thought i could play it cool, wait 'til you came back... but honestly? i was dying to see you. couldn't hold out another minute."

you smile, fingertips brushing his jaw. “you never were very good at playing it cool, anyway.”

jj laughs under his breath, that familiar, boyish sound that makes your chest ache. “not when it comes to you, no.”

he kisses you again, quick, full of something desperate and lovely. the kind of kiss that makes the world go silent, leaving only the certainty that fills your chest. this. him. forever.

and somewhere, miles away, your parents are probably pissed about this.

perfect.

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[spicy30]

A Giant Woman

Pairing: Mark Grayson x Fem!Siren!Tall!Reader

Rating: 18+

Not proofread

Tags: @pastelivy16, @zomqiez

Warnings: Self pleasure

“Invincible saves an Angel.” The title is shown on his phone. A photo of you in his arms, hugging him tightly, your wings covering his face, and only the back of your head visible. Though if he zooms in enough until the picture is grainy, he can see the grip he has on you. The fat of your thighs prominent against his tight grip.

He bit the side of his cheek before throwing his phone to the side. 

He just confessed to Eve for goodness sake! He CANNOT be thinking about another woman right now. (Even if all he can think about is the swell of your breasts pushing against his face.)

A slight throb goes through his brain. Mark winces, grabbing the back of his head, though the pain felt deeper. Though just as quickly as it came, it left. He gave a short sigh, grabbing his phone again and swiping out of the news page (but never closing the page) shoving his phone into the pocket of his pants. He swung his backpack over one shoulder walking out of his dorm making his way to class. 

Mid-way, his hands grew clammy. He felt sticky. It was hot and humid, but he had checked the weather. It’s 70˚ right now. There is a slight pressure on his abdomen. He clears his throat. Maybe he has to go to the bathroom. (He knows better.) 

Finally he takes out his phone, and automatically his thumb presses on the search engine on his phone and that news photo comes up once more. This time he can feel the rush of blood traveling to his cock.

What. The. Fuck.

He pulled his shirt down hoping it’ll magically elongate and cover his growing boner.

Just wonderful.

He looked down to the picture and suddenly a phantom feeling was felt in his arm. Your thighs tight in his arms. Then it was on the right side of his face. As if he could feel your tits against his face.

This is starting to hurt.

Mark quickly scrolled past the picture. Unfortunately for him, another picture from another angle was shown. One from right under the both of you. His hands once again felt clammy, they wanted to zoom in, but Mark knows if he does, he’s not going to class.

No, he won’t zoom in. He will not try to look to see if he can see anything from the angle that looks right under you as you’re only wearing skimpy underwear. No he won’t look for it.

He has a girlfriend. He’s with Eve now. Balling his hand into a fist he closed out the page. Ignoring the want to search up the page again. Walked up the stairs to the building where his class was being held. Opening the door he took a seat in the back of the grand lecture hall. He had ten minutes to spare. Normally he’d go on his phone, but right now that didn’t seem like the best idea. 

He kept his backpack on his lap as he took out a notebook and a pencil. It was hot in this class. Uncapping his water bottle, he took a large swing from it. The water was cool. It felt nice as he went down his throat. The coolness spread through his body. He wiped his mouth before the drop of water could slide down his chin.

He grabbed the pencil hitting against the notebook, then his leg started bouncing. Mark couldn’t stop moving. Why couldn’t he stop moving?

He inhaled sharply when his phone buzzed. The buzz was close to his to his now softening dick. He pulled it out seeing a text message from Eve. 

‘Hey can we talk after your class today?’ Mark’s eyes scanned the text message. He hadn’t talked to her yesterday. He…wait. Actually, he can’t remember anything after he killed the alien who threw him into the building. 

What did he do yesterday? He can’t remember. He can’t remember how he got home. His brows furrowed as he texted back ‘sure. I end class at 1:50.’

Reflexively his hand went to a social media app. An edit of him popped up. A small smirk formed as he liked and opened the comments, though quickly closed them shaking his head. 

He scrolled past it after liking it. Then there was another edit of him, though this one was with Eve. A ship edit. Those were common, though now he was with her. Now he doesn’t feel so guilty liking the video.

Another scroll, this time a video of a woman picking out tomatoes doing that thing most women he knew did. Feeling the fruit or vegetable seeing if it’s good or not. His mom does it a lot. He still doesn’t know how it works. The text read: “POV: Your offer is taken into consideration”

Her boyfriend offers tomatoes, she rejects them, having him make a face. Mark smiles a bit, until the final one is accepted. 

Mark smiles again before scrolling. The next video was some audio and with text that read: “Only divas know what I saw.” He rolled his eyes and scrolled past it. 

Mark continued to scroll, his mind being numbed by the videos allowing time to pass until his professor finally arrived. Turning off his phone the lecture began. Half-way through the lecture once he understood the concept he went ahead in the problems assigned. Once finished, he took out his phone once more, connecting his headphone and opening a social media app once more. After a few scrolls he came across a video he had never gotten before. 

It was a slideshow. “Old Gen.” There were pictures of women. All pictures look to have been taken before the 2000s or at the very least before the 2010s. He swiped and once more a throb was felt in his head. 

“New Gen.” There were four pictures, each of different women but his eyes looked towards yours. You were in a white dress. It was a tight one. Outlined your figure. The picture had been taken mid-walk. Hair was slicked back and your face was neutral. 

His hands felt clammy again.

Quickly, he scrolled past it ignoring the slight headache coming on. 

He scrolled absentmindedly trying to ignore the feeling of wanting to scroll back up and look at your photo. He felt his pants grow tighter by the minute.

He scrolled once more looking up making sure he wasn’t going to be left behind. A song was playing. It was one of those audios he usually got edited to. Though when he looked down his mouth went dry. The first clip was one of you posing on the end of a runway with a sultry smile. The next clip was of another woman posing on another runway. Side by side with each other, more clips played. One of you pointing as you walk the runway in lingerie, the next of a clip zoomed into your lower-half showing off the design work. (He could feel the strain on his paints and soon his cock developed a heartbeat of its own.)

More and more clips of you wearing exposing clothing flashed on his screen then followed by more clips of women they showed beside you. 

He scrolled past it ignoring the pain that was starting to grow between his thighs.

“She refused to enter the courtroom because the outfit she was given to wear was not up to her standards. The angry judge told her: this is unacceptable and inappropriate. This is not a fashion show.” The audio sounded in his headphones as more clips played of you with the text reading ‘The model who conquered the world in under a year.’ 

He took in a shaky breath refreshing his feed. 

A new station sharing the story of Eve’s latest save showed on his screen. There on his screen was Eve helping children before flying off. 

He quickly scrolled. Mark just can’t right now. Here he is, hard in the middle of lecture over a woman he just met and not his girlfriend. 

He scrolled one more time.

“Oh god.” Mark mumbled. 

The text read: “When the cameraman couldn’t take his eyes off her.” A video played of you once again in lingerie, this time red. The bra highlighted the roundness of your tits nicely and when you turned the mini skirt you wore gave him a nice view of your ass and how the fat of it moved as you walked away. 

Yeah. He wasn’t making it through this lecture. Quickly Mark stood up and walked out of the lecture, the audio still playing as he sped walked out the building trying to rush back to his dorm. He was damn near flying up the stairs to his dorm. 

Finally inside he shut the door. It rang loudly and he flinched. He closed it too hard. Hopefully it wasn’t broken.

He sighed laying on his bed taking off his pants relieving the pressure, if only a bit. He simply lay on the bed trying to psych himself out of pleasuring himself to a woman who was definitely NOT his girlfriend. 

But it hurt. And his head was starting to hurt more. His hand brushed his cock before he ripped away. 

“No.” he told himself firmly before taking off his shirt. He laid on his bed with just his boxers on. He doesn’t know how long he laid on his bed simply looking at his ceiling. He brought his mind to Eve and despite the headache, the throb between his legs lessened. (Which is weird, because shouldn’t it be the other way around?....Mark doesn’t think too much into it.)

He closed his eyes, taking in deep breaths. A nap should help. Eve wouldn’t be here for another hour anyways. Yeah…a nap should help. Take his mind off of you and soothe his headache. Mark shut his eyes, starting to count ignoring the pressure on his abdomen.

Bright eyes looked at him. Eyes that drew him in. Eyes he couldn’t look away. Then he looked down and saw pretty skin that shined in such a way that cannot be human. The hue shining beautifully in the sun. Breasts being pushing creating a round shape. Long nimble fingers pulling his hair and tracing his cheek. 

Then a wet tongue licked the side of his face. It was warm and it felt good. Nails trailed lightly over his torso. Then his abs were licked. God!

Mark gasped, waking himself up. He groaned before his hand went to cup his aching cock, squeezing it ever so slightly giving him a moment of pleasure. He looked over to the clock. 

1:45

He can finish quickly, right?

His mind is foggy. Sliding down his boxers he squeezed his tip forcing his pre to come out. He spread it over his cock as lubricant. He gave a deep sigh before he began to stroke himself. The clip of your breasts being pushed up by the bra flashed through his mind. He squeezed his dick tighter, groaning. He squeezed it too tight. (Should serve him right. Thinking of you instead of his girlfriend who would be here within five minutes.)

He imagined what your tits would feel like against his cock. They were big, or at least they looked big. You’d have enough to squeeze his cock with, right? 

Yeah, you would. He continued to stroke himself, though he imagined your hands. Hands he felt against his neck when you held onto him. Surely they’d be softer than his. 

The coil within him began to tighten. 

Mark shuddered, head tipping back against his pillows. His eyebrows scrunched together, eyes half-lidded and allowing the pleasure to seek through his veins.

Mark squeezed the head of his cock once more, finding that sweet spot under his tip as he imagined the way your eyes would look up to him in wonder as you smiled at him, playing with his cock, watching it come alive. Pumped and angry all because of you. Because of your eyes, because of your lips, because of your tits, because of your ass.

All because of you he was like this.

You had him like this when it should be you. After all, he saved you. Not the other way around.  

Mark shut his eyes mindlessly keeping the rapid movement of stroking his length, roughly so. 

Fuck it felt good.

What would it feel like to shove himself inside your mouth? Did you know how to give bowjobs? Would it graze your pearly white teeth or did you have experience?

Mark groaned again, squeezing himself too hard at the thought. Were you a virgin? Would he be the one to pop your cherry or had someone else done it already? What face would you make? A face of pain probably. He’d kiss you to make it better. In the end, it doesn’t matter, as long as he can shove himself inside of you, make you a part of him. No, it doesn’t matter.

Maybe he wouldn’t fuck you as Mark. He’d probably have a better chance a fucking you as Ivincible. Have you call him by his superhero name, never knowing it was him. Keep you separate from his normal life.

Jerking his hips into his hands, more images of you flashed. He grabbed the sheets tightly. Imagining it was instead your ass. The fatty part nearest to your cunt. His hips stuttered as his jaw fell open. White hot spurts of cum splattered over his stomach which kept flexing trying to fuck his hand for as long he could. 

Mark stayed still, the fog in his brain clearing as he grimaced at his thoughts and his actions. Looking over to the clock it read 1:50.

”Shit.” Mark got up pouring some water on a towel before he started to clean himself. His legs were slightly unstable but quickly he put on his clothes before going to go sit at his desk deciding it’s safer to open a comic book than his phone, lest another edit of yours is shown. 

…

“Mark, I only have an hour for lunch. Why are we here?” Eve hung onto his arm looking around at the sights of the city. “Not that I mind, but y’know it’s a little far.”

Mark only gave an awkward smile as he looked around. He doesn’t know why he chose this place. Maybe it has to do with the pain deep in his head when Eve got too close to kissing him so he suggested going out to dinner.

The guilt is eating him alive.

But something is calling him. Calling him to this city. 

Milan, Italy.

“I thought it would be nice.” Just a gut feeling. Eve pulled him to a small store selling gelato. As they both ordered and of course Mark paid, they continued to walk around the city. It was crowded. Fashion week was nearing. (How does he know that? He doesn’t know. Maybe that fashion program he has running in the background all the time is getting to him.)

Finally after walking around for twenty minutes Eve spotted a restaurant that satisfied her. He hopes it’s not a tourist trap. Those are expensive. Again Mark was taken by Eve by his arm to the restaurant. It was on a busy street. 

His head hurts.

A lot of people are waking up. Mark can’t really see any of them. He sees some faces only for them to be forgotten the next. He looked down to Eve who was smiling at him. He returned the smile. In a sea of people. Mark only sees Eve.

His head hurts.

However, in a sea of people he can only hear a single laugh and it’s not Eve’s. That same feeling as before. As if it’s being whispered in his ear. The laugh is soft. It’s pretty. It’s perfect.

As Eve turns back to the hostess, Mark’s head jerks away and he insteads looks through the sea of people. He can’t see anyone. 

Then Eve takes him by the hand once more as they’re led to a table outside by the hostess. Mark looks once more into the crowd of people and his breath hitches. 

A giant woman.

You are tall. Really tall. At least a foot taller than everyone else around you. A god walking amongst men. Everyone is looking at you. Not just him.

There’s also a man walking behind you. A man just as tall as you, well actually he’s a bit shorter. (Is he though?—Yes he is. Mark has decided so.) He’s carrying bags and you’re not. You’re walking, slowly and sensually. 

(His headache has been forgotten.)

You’re looking ahead, never paying heed to people who stare in awe. Not even him and it’s bothering him just a little bit.

He doesn’t even know he’s near you. He doesn’t hear Eve’s confused call of his name. All he knows is that he’s right behind you and you just dropped something. He quickly went to pick it up. His hand twitched as he held your ID. Your name and picture on there. How is it that you even look good in your ID picture? He always looks stupid in those.

But not yours. You have sultry eyes that even in a photo like this look wondrous. You look breathtaking in this photo.

“Excuse me. You dropped this.” You turn around and god. You are ethereal. Were you always this tall? His face is literally at the height of your tits. (And they look really good. They’re shiny, as if they belong in the sun.) 

Forcing himself to look up at you, he finds his heart is pounding. It almost hurts. Oh no, is he gonna have a heart attack? He hopes not. That’d be embarrassing.

You're looking down on him. Your head is tilted slightly. Not a hair out of place. Your eyes are catching the sun as if the sun itself cannot bear to be away from you. Your eyelashes are long, and you almost look like a doll.

“Did I?” And there was that accent again. Fuck it sounded good. Too good. 

He feels hot again.

He wonders if you know it’s him. If you know he’s the one that saved you. By the way you’re looking at him, it almost feels like you know him better than he knows himself. 

Would you know how to make him feel good too?

How would you react if you knew it was him? Maybe you’d kiss him as thank you. (A guy can only wish.)

“Uh yeah, here you go.” He hands over your ID and he feels your long nails trace his skin as you take back your ID. Wonder what they'd feel like elsewhere.

No! He has a girl… “Thank you.” Mark swears he’s dreaming. There’s no way you’re leaning in. Is he hallucinating? Yeah, just hallucinating.

Until he feels your glossed lips press against his cheek. His eyes are wide and his heartbeat is in places where it doesn’t belong. Namely, his dick, but they don’t belong in his ears either.

“Oh! Sorry,—”

“No it’s alright.” He breathes out. Maybe he should’ve let you finish. If he had, you would’ve been able to tell him you wore a lip stain and it stained his cheek. But all Mark is focused on is the way you saunter away.

Never does he hear Eve yelling his name until she’s standing right infront of him and not looking happy.

“What’s that on your cheek?”

Note: I need feedback bc the only reason this fic is in existence is bc I need to practice writing my smut. Anything I can improve on? PLS CHAT! HELP ME! Also, if you want inspiration for those edits, just look up literally any model edit and you’ll find one 🙏

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[therealsilvermist]

Please please please do a billie x martial artist reader where billie thinks she can beat the reader in a fight but reader takes her down way too easily, finneas films it and it goes viral

An- Hi!! So sorry about taking a while😅 I started my new job and it’s kind of kept my hands full but I hope you enjoy this!!

TW- none, all fluff

Billie being the gym rat she is herself understands your love for martial arts. She loves seeing the way you can counter act someone else’s moves again you. The way you can grab and yank someone onto their back before they can even blink.

Seeing you win so many matches makes her feel like she could take you on. Surely you wouldn’t or even couldn’t be that quicker than her. Billie was quick with her feet and everyone knew that. And with the mix of her going to the gym and working out she believed she could take it.

She was wrong.

So wrong.

Painfully wrong.

“Come on, baby! Please!” Billie pleads in your ear. You both have arrived back home and you had just finished a shower. “No, babe, I’m not gonna do that and I’m not gonna hear you complain about losing either” you tease under your breathe. Heading into the kitchen, leaving Billie to sit on the couch alone.

Being met with silence is not what you expected. Billie always had a comeback, she loved getting sassy with you. Especially if it got some reaction from you.

This remarks shocks Billie. Mouth wide open, words lost and shock potent. “I could beat you, Y/N and you know it, you just don’t want to lose” Billie yells back from the couch.

Finneas was hanging out as well in the living room. Quietly watching the interaction between you and his little sister. Thinking the whole ordeal was cute he grabbed his phone and started recording quietly from the sidelines.

“You think, you can beat me?” You ask, interest peaking. You both knew that you have won many matches and have never really lost before. The more you watched her blue eyes looking back pleading into yours, you knew you would give in.

“Okay, fine, let’s do it, babe” you say putting down the cup of coffee/tea you had in your hand. Quietly making your way over to her. You stand in the center on the living room, getting into position.

Billie hopped up from the couch quickly. She was grinning and chuckling under breath. You loved that she was confident but you also loved that she was excited. Billie proceeds to take off her jewelry and put her hair up. Getting ready for her win that she believes is hers.

Finneas, still quiet and snickering in the back ground couldn’t wait for this. He knew Billie stood a chance but not against a trained martial artist. Not someone who takes classes for this specifically, and he couldn’t wait.

Before you could say anything Billie quickly charged at you, wrapping her arms around your waist trying to bring you down to the floor. Seeing as this doesn’t work, Billie somehow manages to flip herself upside down while clutching your waist.

This ordeal causes you and Finneas to let out a boisterous laugh. “What are you doing?” Finneas struggled between laughs. “Is this how you think you’ll win? Turning upside down and hanging on like a koala?” You asked, peaking down at her, seeing her flushed face and determination.

Billie ignored you both and continues to try and manipulate your body to go to the floor and lose. Shifting her body to both sides trying to cause you to lose your balance.

“May I try something babe?” You ask. Billie peaks up as best as she can from behind you. Somehow she managed to slide from in front of you, to behind you latched on.

Before she could answer you reach down and grasp her wrists from your legs and pulled her from between.

Catching Billie off breath before she can counter, you grab her right arm, gently twisting it behind her, gently kicking her knee from out behind her, causing her to go to the floor.

Before you could turn her onto her back, she turns around, grasping your hands with hers. Now kneeling with you on the floor. Just barely sitting, balancing on her tailbone.

“No, I’m gonna win” Billie grunts out, she was so persistent you couldn’t wait till you could give her a kiss.

Despite her obviously losing and not winning, the hard core belief that she would win brought Finneas over the edge.

Billie was clearly on the floor right about now. Back fully pressed against it but still putting up a good fight. Phone still in hand, capturing the entire moment between you two.

As you both wrested each other, you manage to grasp both her wrists in one hand pinning them up above her head, using the other to hold her down. “Are you done, Billie” Finneas asks, face red from laughter, you look back down to Billie seeing her flustered face.

Realizing the position you were in, you bring her hands down to her chest, where you let them rest, reaching down and giving her a kiss on her plump lips.

“Are you done, baby?” You ask, the tips of your nose connecting, Billie nods her head, giving you one more kiss before pushing you off her.

Before you can react she’s on top of you, trying to get your back to hit the floor, you counter it by grabbing her by the waist and hold her in the same pervious position.

“Okay, are you done now?” You laugh out, Billie was stubborn and hated losing, but the little pout on her lips were too cute. “I guess” Billie says rolling her eyes. Reaching to wrap her arms around your neck pulling you into a deeper kiss.

Finneas keeps recording, making sure to save it to his phone. Posting it into his story, not before asking you both. Finneas knew that this relationship was special between the both of you. He dreaded the thought of people trying to come between you both. Seeing this as a chance to show everyone how cute you both are together.

As the story stayed up on his instagram the fans started to freak out.

“Look out cute they are!” Some of the comment would say, “oh my god, Billie clearly lost but refused to accept it” or “if they break up love isn’t real.” The fans were always so supportive and loving.

Billie loved posting pictures of you both together and reading the sweet comments. She also would get jealous when the fans started to speak about how hot you are, how hot it was that you could flip her on her back so quickly, “my girlfriend” she would mumble under breath.

“Yes, your girlfriend only” you would say pulling her closer into your arms, giving one last kiss on her cheek.

[ladytie]

ok ok let’s think about this, you’ve got damian as the oldest, right? now in this reverse robins let’s say it’s exactly the same as we know it, damian was raised by the league and then dropped off at the manor to train under the bat’s tutelage. damian wants to help his dad—he wants to be more than the son of brucie wayne as he has been introduced to society—he wants to be the son of the bat as well. damian becomes something other than robin. i cant think of a name. and now, damian isn’t the light in the dark the way that dick grayson was, he’s something different. he’s what batman needs in a different way. he’s an anchor, he’s grounding and something that humanizes the bat in the eyes of the public.

interlude—timothy jackson drake sees damian wayne training in the backyard of the manor. no, it is not stalking. but he just wanted to see the new wayne heir. his parents couldn’t stop talking about how lucky bruce was to get a son so prim and proper that seemed so opposite of brucie wayne and well equipped to carry their family legacies. and well, he wants his parents to talk about him like that, so maybe if he studies damian his parents will stay around be proud of him happy with him. while stalking watching damian wayne he sees him working with double katanas. it’s so cool & he can’t help but keep watching.

at some point, damian wayne is done being the son of batman. he wants to be more than, his own person. he wants to be beyond what his mother and grandfather have pushed for him to be. he does not want to be an heir, he wants to just be him. and he isn’t even sure if that means being a vigilante anymore. he’s going off to college in a city other than gotham. bruce is so fucking devastated and scared for his son, but it just comes off as anger and damian leaves, he goes to Bludhaven where he was accepted into their university. sometimes, there’s a new vigilante on the scene there; protecting innocents and solving cases for the BPD.

in the meantime, batman meets a little girl. she’s blonde and spunky and did she just hit the batmobile with a brick? yea. yea she did. did he laugh about it in private for a solid five minutes? yea. yea he did. he started to see her on patrol more and more and eventually he figured out her identity. and fuck, she was the child of cluemaster—a lower level baddie who he only assumes is the reason she’s hell bent on fighting crime, and a mother who is too fearful to run away with her only child. he makes the decision then and there: he was going to train her, help her stay alive.

damian wayne is bruce’s son. the blood son. but stephanie brown is the daughter of the bat—she doesn’t even know bruce’s identity, not right away, not for awhile—everyone knows her to be the daughter of the bat. and yea, he should have talked to damian about it before he gave her the name he came up with, the identity they together created, but he felt better knowing she held the bat on her chest. that the goons and rogues knew that she was protected by the bat, his partner. his. and while she never becomes the daughter of bruce wayne, she is and always will be the daughter of batman.

damian had agreed to come home for the holidays, alfred had convinced him. and of course, he wanted to show his father his new identity—[damians new identity]—because he was proud of himself and he wanted his dad to be proud of him too. but oh gods where did it all go fucking wrong? he entered into the batcave, wearing his new suit, only to see his old colors worn by a girl with a head of blonde hair, a smile on her face and one that was mimicked by the bat. damian saw red. it was a screaming match to rival the ages, one that ended with damian storming out.

the next time he returns, stephanie brown knows the identity of bruce and damian wayne. damian is calmer, still pissed at bruce, still determined to find his own way in life—whether as a doctor, a vet, a vigilante or several of those things at once—but he has grown enough to know that this isn’t stephanie’s fault. not really. so he has a sister and now he’s focusing on his studies, his nightlife and getting to know her.

damian is offworld with jon kent and lizzie prince, superboy and trinity respectfully, when stephanie brown dies by the hand of black mask.

grief over takes both wayne men. damian hangs up his hero name, focusing solely on his studies and training. and bruce? bruce loses all sense of morality and self preservation— he is determined to die. fortunately, or unfortunately, for him there is a nosy little neighbor who would actually rather he didn’t. so, he steps up to the plate.

the first thing to know about tim is that he is his mothers son. he is fierce and witty and very okay with blackmail. so, he marches up to damian’s dorm room, evidence in hand and he asks, very nicely, for him to take his place back next to his father. of course, damian says no, threatens to maim the twelve year old and doesn’t even bother asking how he knows their identity. he slams the door and screams into the void of a pillow. so tim puts on his big boy pants and he blackmails bruce wayne. [yes this is pretty much his normal backstory but he is THE middle child so, yea]

it takes awhile for bruce to agree to train tim, and even longer for damian to start coming around but eventually he does, both of them. he trains with the bat, with damian and with lady shiva becoming the best in the field of bo-staff fighting and he’s a renowned detective. he bullies bruce, in the suit and out, and pulls him from his grief in a way that only tim could. he is endearing and loved but he does not know it.

it’s when they are out on patrol when they run into a young boy—maybe ten—and he steals the tires off of the batmobile. tim makes fun of bruce for eighteen minutes straight because of it and of course, he befriends him as robin. the boy had on a red hoodie that covered most of his features and kept him protected from the intensive looks of the bats. it becomes routine that robin and ‘red hoodie’ meet up. bruce tries to get him to go to the manor, but jason refuses to leave crime alley, refuses to leave his mother. they understand. but catherine todd dies and bruce wayne gains a son, eventually.

then, then “skullface” comes on the scene. skullface is a dig at both black mask and batmam, and they both know it. she is ruthless, determined and angry. she takes down the criminal empire, inserting herself as the newest and hottest crime lord. and she is going for batman and [sidekick name] and batman knows it. he tries to keep tim safe, to keep him benched. bruce trains jason just in case—not to make him a vigilante but so that he can protect himself. tim decides he will quit [insert vigilante name] because his dad finds out, but before he can, he sees jason in his suit. it hurts more than it should, but tim isn’t one to lash out. instead he just leaves, lets bruce be the father he’s meant to be. he goes to titans tower to talk to his YJ teammates. this…is a mistake.

of course it’s discovered that steph is skullface. and tim is out of the fight for a bit. to cheer him up, maybe? or to make himself feel better. damian convinces bruce to take time and jason to the circus. enter dick grayson.

he is immediately taken in, immediately latched too by the boys. he is full of rage. tim is figuring himself out still, trying to decide who he is if not [insert sidekick name] but he doesn’t quit, not when he knows jason will take the colors and name and that will put him in danger. eventually things settle. the family is in this lull, not good not bad. tim has his big brother and he works on getting to know his big sister (she hates him, almost killed him but he watched stephanie brown as a sidekick, saw her protect innocents with everything she had he knows that she’s in there somewhere)—he is also the best big brother to jason and dick.

damian is around more. he takes over dicks training—dick needs to be trained, he’s so angry. he’s so sad. he needs this. then, fuck. then, bruce “dies”.

damian doesn’t know want to do. dick is trying to go back to the circus. tim is convinced bruce is still alive. jason idolizes tim. and steph—she barely talks to them, focused on her empire. he gives [sidekick name] to dick. jason does not take this well.

he and tim leave….their first stop? ethiopia.

OK THIS WAS MY VERSION OF THE REVERSE ROBIN AU I DIDNT REALISE I HAD SO MANY THOUGHTS ON THIS SHOULD I MAKE THIS A THING

The reason Reverse Robin AUs are so hard to pull off is because of Tim. Tim can never become Red Hood. He just can’t.

See, for Red Hood to exist the way he does, Jason had to be ostracized from his peers and hyper-dependent on Bruce. Tim? Tim has friends. He has a team. He has a social life. He was never even that close to Bruce to because with. He had living, breathing parents.

Without that intense dependency on Bruce, Jason would’ve never become the Red Hood we know today. He wouldn’t have had the same goals, the same extent of anger directed towards Bruce. Sure, if Jason had a life outside Bruce he probably still would have died and used the moniker “Red Hood”, just not the way he did in B;UTRH

Everyone using Tim as a Red Hood type character is recreating B;UTRH. And you can’t do that without the hyper dependency established pre hand. But Tim wouldn’t be Tim without his social life— and at that point just use Jason.

Also, please stop using Ra’s as a replacement for Black Mask. You can’t just jam characters into other characters roles with it making sense.

TL;DR: If you’re writing a Reverse Robin AU, don’t force Tim into Jason’s role. Also include Steph, you cowards

…

Could one of you also include Duke? If I ask really nicely?

[formulaonecrumbs]

junie could you do more osc comfort? him comforting reader before a surgery where they’re doing a d&c to check her out and the aftermath of him just being in the hospital and bringing her home

-🧸

i love you lots junie

right here when you wake up

Oscar Piastri x PCOS!reader

summary: oscar comforts reader through a d&c surgery and takes care of her after.

warnings: medical mentions, d&c surgery, implied fertility concerns, hospitals, post-op recovery

A/N: i didn’t know what a d&c was so i DID in fact look it up. also i don’t know if u wanted more on the fertility matter but i thought i’d keep it more soft. i love u, 🧸❤️. hope surgery goes well and everything’s alright!

⚘ ⚘ ⚘ ⚘

you’re cold when you wake up, even under three hospital blankets.

it’s the kind of cold that sinks into your skin, not sharp or biting—just… hollow. like something inside you has gone quiet.

you don’t even remember falling asleep.

but you remember oscar holding your hand while the nurse walked you back. remember the tremble in your fingers, the soft kiss he pressed to your knuckles, the way he said “i’ll be right here. when you wake up, i’ll be right here.”

and he is.

slouched in the uncomfortable hospital chair, elbows on his knees, head in his hands—but as soon as he hears the rustle of sheets, he looks up. eyes soft, mouth parted, relief blooming across his face.

“hey,” he whispers, coming closer. “hey, sweetheart. you’re okay.”

your throat is dry. “how long was i out?”

“a couple hours,” he says, brushing your hair back from your forehead. “everything went fine. they said you did great.”

you blink hard, biting back the sting in your eyes.

he notices immediately. “hey. none of that. you don’t have to be brave right now.”

“i’m not—” your voice cracks. “i’m just tired.”

he nods, hands warm as they cup your face. “i know. i know, baby.”

he kisses your forehead, lingers there, and for the first time since you signed the consent form, your chest eases just a little.

he’s quiet the whole ride home.

not distant—just tuned into you. one hand on your thigh, the other on the wheel. eyes flicking to you at every stoplight, checking if you’re still comfortable, still okay.

you sit curled toward the door, legs tucked up carefully, cramping dull but persistent.

you don’t speak until you’re parked in the driveway. “i feel empty.”

oscar doesn’t try to fix it. he doesn’t say anything stupid or sugarcoated. just turns the engine off, leans across the console, and wraps his arms around you like he’s trying to hold every broken piece together.

“you’re not empty,” he murmurs. “you’re here. you’re whole. you’re mine.”

he carries you inside—not because you ask, but because he sees the way you hesitate on the doorstep, the way your hands tremble when you reach for the handle.

you bury your face in his neck. “i can walk.”

“i know,” he whispers. “but let me, okay?”

he lays you on the bed, tucks the blankets in around you, then disappears for a minute—only to come back with a hot water bottle and a painkiller and the tea you like when your stomach’s a mess.

he sits behind you, legs on either side of yours, pulling you into his chest.

you don’t say anything for a while. just breathe.

after a few minutes, he speaks again, so quiet you almost miss it. “i hated not being allowed in the room with you.”

“wasn’t much to see,” you mutter.

“wasn’t about that,” he says. “it was about you being in pain. and me not being able to hold your hand through it.”

you don’t cry. you just… lean further into him, like if you try hard enough, you can disappear into his chest completely.

“thank you,” you whisper.

“for what?”

“for not leaving. for not making it worse.”

he huffs a soft breath. “baby, you could go through anything, and i’d still be right here. nothing could make me leave.”

you fall asleep with his arms around you and his lips pressed to the crown of your head.

and in the quiet, he holds you like you’re still made of something precious.

because to him, you always will be.

THE END :>

[ghoulishhx]

PLEASEEEE #5 from the smut list PLEASE im begging. i'm going thru a lot of intense therapy that makes me delve into a lot of my childhood sexual trauma and i have taken up the habit of having compassion for myself (because that's the hardest part) through Frank as silly as that is.

I feel like he's already so attentive and worshipful but like...with a reader who has such a complex relationship with her body that goes past insecurity...idk but i know you'd write it well

5.) body worship

hi my love!! i wanna apologise for this taking me so damn LONG. i started it in my drafts, and i didn't look at my drafts for a couple weeks and here we are. i hope you enjoy this!! i hope you were ok with me making reader plus!size, this request went hand in hand with another one from my wife @carbonfiction so i thought i may as well combine the two! ok ily enjoy!!

MDNI 18+

My Masterlist!

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Pairing: Frank Castle x PlusSize!Reader

Contents: SMUTTT!!! very fluffy too, mirror sex, frank talks you through touching yourself, unprotected p in v sex (wrap it up irl please ty), squirting, praise, talking you through it, reader isn't comfortable in her own body, brief oral (F recieving)

Wordcount: 2.2k

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✦ pretty girl

“Babygirl, where are ya?” you hardly hear the lock to your shared apartment being turned, the sound of Frank’s heavy combat boots against the hardwood floor as he approaches your bedroom distant. “There ya are- well fuck me, doll.. ‘S that new?”

Your boyfriend's jaw drops to the floor in a comical fashion at the sight of you. He instantly thought the worst when you didn’t respond to him calling for you as he came home, now he can see how wrong he was. His eyes practically bulge out of his skull as his gaze drags along your barely clothed body, trying on a new set of lingerie. The swell of your large breasts poking over the (slightly too small) thin lace brassiere, a dainty bow resting above the underwire between your tits, paired with a high waisted pair of panties. The view of you from the side instantly rushes blood to his cock, making him impossibly hard from what he’s seeing. The panties accentuate the plush skin of your hips and ass, your love-handles poking out alluringly from the bottom as the fabric clings onto your backside, deliciously enunciating the curves and leaving not much to the imagination. The icing on the cake, above your underwear sits a garter belt, hoisting sheer mesh stockings that sit perfectly around the plush of your thighs. Frank’s surprised he hasn’t come in his jeans already just from the sight.

“Oh hi Frankie, I didn’t hear you come in.” you softly speak, turning to him, blushing at the way he’s looking at you. “Do you like it? I got it today, but I’m not sure..”

“Like it? Shit baby you look fuckin’ gorgeous..” he can’t help but reach out and touch you, shuddering at the feel of the soft fabric against his calloused fingers, gripping slightly at your skin as he traces his hands all over you, toying with the material, stopping at the dips in your hips. “What is there to be not sure about, doll?” 

“Hmm I don’t know, don’t ya think it makes me look.. I dunno.. Big..?” your face flushes as you timidly squeak out your query, feeling so bare and vulnerable in front of Frank. He’s seen every inch of you naked many times by now, but this feels like a whole other territory. 

“Sweetheart..” he begins as he slips himself behind you, hugging tightly around your stomach as you both face the large mirror in front of your bed, you can’t help but gasp at the feeling of his arousal poking into your back. “Too big? You're kiddin’ me right baby? You're just damn right. Damn beautiful..” 

“Frankie..”

“Shh baby.. You look so fuckin’ pretty. Tell me, tell me ‘I’m pretty’ sweet girl.” he whispers into your ear as he begins kissing behind it, trailing down your neck eliciting small moans from you as he tastes and sucks marks into the sensitive skin.

“Frank.. I-I can’t..” you whine, bucking your hips into his crotch, your desperation apparent. He halts the assault on your neck as he grabs your wrist, pulling your arm behind your back and placing your soft hand on his bulge. Fuck was he hard, he felt so hard in your palm you were sure it probably hurt.

"You’re lyin’ to y'self sweetheart. Prettiest fuckin' thing I’ve ever seen.. See what ya do to me? Huh? Feel that?" he starts rubbing your hand up and down his clothed length. His breathing deepens, growling into your ear from the touch of your hand. “All from lookin’ at ya pretty girl, ya drive me insane.”

He spins you around to face him as he captures you in a bruising kiss, pushing his tongue into your mouth as you swirl your own against his. Your free hand grasps the side of his face, pulling him closer into the kiss as you touch him through the rough denim with your other hand. Frank’s hands rest on your lower back, moving them downwards to your ass as he deepens the kiss, grabbing at the plush skin, kneading the fleshy dough. You can’t help but moan into his mouth as you rub his cock, needing more of him. He picks up on your neediness, spinning you back around to face the mirror.

“F-Frankie? What are yo-”

“Want ya to show me somethin’, okay? Want ya to show me how pretty you are when ya touch yourself f’me.” His tone is unwavering as he lowers you both to the ground, sitting you in between his large thighs as he rubs his hands up and down your own. “That okay with you, pretty girl?” You desperately nod, your need consuming you.

“Attagirl doll, make y’self feel as good as you look.” He hums appreciatively as you pull your drenched panties to the side, slipping a finger over your slick core, accumulating your wetness as you begin delicately toying with your clit. The view of yourself spread out in front of you makes you bite your lip, looking away as your skin flushes, feeling embarrassed to be witnessing yourself so lewdly.

“No way sweetheart, eyes forward okay?” he firmly grips your jaw, forcing you back face to face with your reflection, catching his own lust blown eyes in the process. “Want ya to see how pretty you look. No shyin’ away.” he tilts your head as he peppers kisses along your jawline. You mewl from the pleasure, eyes on your dripping centre, your flushed chest as your breasts heave with each breath, Frank’s light touches all over your body as he grips at your chest, squeezing and tugging at your pebbled nipples.

“That’s my girl, shit you look so good. Ya feelin’ good doll?” he groans as he runs his hands down your body, stopping at your soft stomach, rubbing comforting circles into the skin.

“Mhm Frankie.. S-so good.. Need you though, please..” you whine as you push your back against his firm chest, reaching behind you to grab at his hair as you meet his eyeline, needing him more than you ever have before.

“You’ll have me soon enough sweet girl, wanna watch ya fall apart f’me first, okay? You’re close, I know you are.” his lips return to your neck, licking stripes along the skin under your ear, causing goosebumps to erupt across your skin.

Your pace quickens as you flick at your throbbing clit, thighs trembling from the pleasure as your arousal drips down from your hole to the wooden floor beneath you. His hands move down to your legs, holding them firmly, stabilising you as ecstasy begins to take over you. He can’t help but move his fingers towards your entrance subconsciously, needing to feel you come undone around his digits. You welcome his fingers and sigh at the relief as your gummy walls clench around him.

“Fuck Frank.. I-I’m coming.. Shit” you whimper as your orgasm consumes you. Your hips jerk violently from the sensation, your moans of his name and curse words interrupted by broken sobs as you gush around yours and Frank’s fingers, arousal coating the mirror before you.

“Good fuckin’ girl baby, makin’ such a mess just from watchin’ y’self. That’s it doll, so proud of ya.” he continues fucking you with his hand, selfishly obsessed with the way you writhe from overstimulation. You’re completely sexdrunk, a babbling mess as you whine from his touch. He reluctantly pulls his drenched fingers from your hole as he places them into your mouth. You greedily suck them dry, swirling your tongue as you lap up your juices. You can feel his cock twitch on your back from the action, the hardness even more apparent. 

“I need you Frank.. Please..” you turn around to him as you straddle his legs, pawing at his chest as you grind your soaked hips onto his lap, drowning his jeans.

“Tell me that you think you're pretty, baby, ‘n I’ll give ya what ya want.” he whispers, reaching to your face and brushing the stray hairs behind your ear.

“W-what? Why do I have to-”

“Two simple words, doll, that’s it. Then you can have me.” his eyes bare into you as you flush even more under his gaze. He notices your hesitation, your refusal to say those words. 

“You’re tellin’ me ya still don’t think you’re pretty after watchin’ what I just saw, huh? Shit doll I think we gotta get those eyes tested.” he moves from beneath you, as if to stand up. You grasp at his clothes, holding him in place.

“I’m pretty, Frank. I’m really.. fucking pretty.” you whisper so softly between gritted teeth, the words almost silent as you close your eyes tight. The room falls quiet for a few moments as you peek at him through your eyelids. His face is covered by his iconic, cocky shit-eating grin. You open your eyes fully and smile back as he pulls you into a tight embrace.

“Damn fuckin’ right, my pretty girl.” he raises you both to your feet as he reaches below your ass, picking you up, instinctively you wrap your legs around his waist as he consumes you with another intense kiss. He places you down on the bed behind you both on your back, as he begins stripping his clothes (fucking finally, you thought.) You spread your legs in front of you, smiling up at him as he begins slowly pumping his cock above you, eyes locked onto your body. Typically you’d shy away from such an action, but tonight you truly felt as beautiful as he told you you were. 

Frank dips his head down to your chest, placing kisses across your breasts, licking stripes along every bit of skin shown to him as he kneels down face to face with your core. 

“Lookin’ like a fuckin’ dream baby, gotta taste ya real quick, alright?” you gasp as he begins devouring you, gripping your thighs with his hands as he pulls them into the side of his head, taking your spent clit between his lips as he suckles on the bundle of nerves. He moves his tongue lower to your entrance, fucking you with his muscle. “Taste like a fuckin’ dream too.. Shit..”

You wrap your fingers in his hair, tangling the strands as you grind your hips into his face.

“Needy fuckin’ girl, ain’t ya?” he coos, the vibrations making your eyes roll to the back of your head. “I can’t wait anymore to feel ya.” he pulls his face from your cunt and slams his lips onto yours. The heady taste of him and your arousal makes your head spin as you clench around nothing, aching for him inside of you.

He doesn’t waste anymore time as he rubs the head of his cock along your folds, accumulating your slick as lubricant as he pushes himself inside of you. His thickness always shocks you as he splits you in half with his length. You whine as he sheathes himself fully inside of you, filling you to the brim with his sex. His head instantly touches your cervix, so deep inside of you. He looks to you for any signs of discomfort, and you offer him a desperate nod to start moving. He picks up on your pleas and begins thrusting into you. His pace is both passionate and rough, primal desire taking over him.

“Feel so fuckin’ good sweetheart, so tight f’me, so pretty.” He moans above you as he slams his hips into yours, hands resting on your stomach as he ruins you. “This pussy was fuckin’ made f’me.”

“Mhm Frankie.. Oh god you’re filling me up so good, feels so good” the noises leaving your body are sinfully so beautiful to listen to. Frank’s addicted to you, the way you look, feel, sound. He groans at his view, you arching your back off of the bed as you grasp at the bedsheets white-knuckled. He knows he won’t be able to last much longer, you looking as good as you do, feeling as good as you do clenching around his cock. He knows you are also close, the way your body twitches beneath him shows that much.

“Gonna cum for me, pretty girl? Let me have it.” He slams harder into you, moving his thumb down to toy with your clit, revelling in the way your moans have pitched up. It’s not long before you’re milking him dry, silent moans leave your agape jaw as coaxes out your squirt. Your orgasm coats him, soaking the bed sheets beneath you as he growls at the pulse of your cunt. 

His thrusts begin to falter as his own release approaches, One.. Two.. Three more thrusts and he's spilling his hot, sticky seed inside of you, painting your walls white as he drains himself into you. He groans with each pulse of his cock, gripping at your waist, thighs, hip dips to ground himself. He collapses on you with a deep breath, fully spent and pussydrunk. He plants kisses all along your face and chest, pulling you close to him. 

“My gorgeous girl, look so damn perfect, did so good f’me.” Frank whispers as he wraps his hand around the side of your head, pulling you back to look at him. “My pretty girl.”

“Your pretty girl, Frankie. All yours.”

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a/n: this was veryy self indulgent so i hope thats ok!!

my inbox is open!

[avonne-writes]

HS AU - Life After 30

All right, here we go - let's look at the lives of my HS AU boys after their Big Fight.

As I shared previously, when they're 30, the boys fight about whether to have kids or not. It’s a difficult period where they hurt each other deeply, but eventually, they resolve the fight: Gale runs away back to Milwaukee and visits his parents alone, goes through some trauma processing that he has been putting off, then ends up going home and making up with Bucky.

They both tear up during this conversation. Bucky tells Gale that he would rather stay childless with Gale than have children with someone else. But then, Gale tells him about everything that went through his mind during his time in Milwaukee and the revelations he had.

In the end, Gale says that he’s going to start therapy again, and he asks Bucky to give him time to see if he can get to a mental place where he is ready to have children. Relieved and happy to have his husband back, Bucky agrees.

Over the course of the next two years, Gale goes through a brief period of depression, then a therapy process that helps him tremendously. Once or twice, Bucky is asked to join him on these therapy sessions. Gale also starts working at NASA, where he becomes best friends with Marge.

After more than a year of therapy, Gale tells Bucky that if Bucky still wants it, they can look into their options to have children.

First, they look into adoption, but eventually, after many long discussions and external advice, they end up choosing surrogacy via Marge's sister, who's the one who suggests it in the first place.

Gale still has some fears about becoming a father, therefore they decide that the baby will be Bucky's biological child.

Their first kid, Abigail "Abby" Egan, is born when Bucky and Gale are 35.

She looks just like Bucky, with dark curls and dark blue eyes, but she has the rounder face shape of Marge's sister. She's vocal even as a baby, and she starts talking at a very young age.

Her name is Abigail because Bucky fell in love with the idea of her carrying Gale's name in hers, and Gale felt too touched to say no. (And the name means "my father's joy", which the boys both like.)

They decided even before starting the surrogacy process that any child they would have would take Bucky's surname only. Gale has no desire to pass his on.

Gale's anxious and tense at first when they bring her home from the hospital. He doesn’t know if he'll be able to connect with her or if he can be someone she could love.

But, the first night he holds her in his arms and puts her to sleep by singing to her quietly, he realizes that those paternal feelings he thought he didn’t have were there in his heart all along. That night, after he leaves her in her crib, he tears up in Bucky's embrace and tells Bucky that he didn’t think he would ever love anyone as much as he loves Bucky, but he thinks he might have been wrong.

Bucky and Gale turn out to be really good parents, and they're able to adjust to fatherhood well enough that not long after taking Abby home, they decide that they would like to have another child if they have a chance.

Three years after Abby, her brother, George "Matty" Egan is born, also via surrogacy.

This time, Bucky and Gale have some difficulty deciding on a name. Nothing sounds right. Eventually, they name their son after Georgia.

But, while they're still undecided about it, Gale starts referring to the fetus as Baby B, which becomes Baby Bee, and he gets really attached to the nickname. So much so that he continues calling him Baby Bee once he’s born and buys him bee-themed blankets, toys and onesies. Bucky's a bit... exasperated by this.

Matty gets his final nickname as a toddler - once, he gets frustrated because of something Bucky has done and throws a tantrum. In an attempt to cheer him up, Bucky asks him if he's "mad at Daddy". In his upset state, Matty doesn’t pronounce this correctly and it sort of comes out as "Maddy", which very quickly becomes Matty because Bucky is giddy that he finally found a nickname that isn’t Bee.

Matty is Gale’s biological child. He has light blond hair, big blue eyes and a quiet temperament. He’s very good-natured and easy to handle, but he doesn’t like change and gets clingy with his parents.

The family lives in Washington because of Gale's job at NASA.

In addition to the kids, Bucky and Gale also have their first dog, Achilles, from when Gale was a PhD student, but the dog is very old by the time Matty is born and has to be put down not long after. Bucky is heartbroken about it, because he doesn’t cope well with loss, and he says he doesn’t want to get another dog for a while.

This only lasts for a few years though, because around the time when Abby is 7 and Matty is 4, Gale gets Bucky a puppy as a birthday gift. It’s also a golden retriever, but female, and Abby is obsessed with her from the beginning. It’s quickly apparent that it's going to be her dog basically. Bucky and Gale let the kids give the puppy a name each, and that's how she becomes Poppy Pancakes Egan.

They visit Georgia and Neil in Milwaukee a few times a year, and when they're old enough, the kids spend multiple weeks there during the summer.

I'm going to stop here because the post is long enough already 😄

In a nutshell, this is how Bucky's and Gale’s life changes in the years after they turn 30. They move to Washington, Gale starts working at NASA, and they have their own little family. 🥰

~♡~

I have been brainstorming about my HS AU with the lovely @butdaddyilovehim99 for several months now, and by now, these characters and their lives feel almost real to me. Therefore, this post is only a summary, but I have many, many more headcanons that we can talk about if you guys are interested. Just send me an ask 🩷 Thank you, Bri, for having so much love for these characters and talking about them with me!

I will also make a separate post for each kid tomorrow to share more about them. 🥰

[confusedmothboy]

Pleak,,,, I beg of thee,,,,, soft Jackie and Eddie art,,,, or,,,, if you’re feeling generous,,,, headcanons on Jackie and Eddie’s relationship in an au where Jackie lives,,,, I think they’d be a powerful duo in and out of the wilderness despite their awful parents,,,

theyre such a boyloser girlfailure duo theyre mlm wlw rivals theyre haters theyre so stupid i love them quite a lot

headcanons and writing under the cut

jackie hits eddie a lot. like a lot a lot. usually she just slaps him on the arm or over the back of the head, but the sweet fragile vibe that she has with the rest of the team evaporates whenever eddie acts up (breathes)

eddie hates jeff with a passion because one time jeff tried to mansplain something he learned about world war one (except he stole the information from a movie on world war two and eddie is highly abnormal about history). jackie hates all the girls eddie's dated not because he has bad taste but because even before she knew he was gay, she could tell that he was only dating them for gifts (cigarettes, cassettes, collectibles). jackie is so neutral on travis she had to ask "who" after spending two months out in the wilderness with everybody.

jackie's much closer to their parents than eddie is. ever since he was outed to them in 1993, they refuse to kick him out but also refuse to treat him normally. jackie doesn't know much about what goes on at home because shes usually out at practice, parties, studying, or up in her room with jeff.

eddie kept all the old cassettes that jackie wanted to throw out even though jackie swears up and down that she doesnt listen to "old" artists like madonna anymore (she still sings along when she hears him playing her music)

if jackie were to live (no crash au), eddie's life probably wouldnt go all that different, minus the fact that eddie would be living on the west coast (no fear of planes). one of my friends has an oc that he pairs up with jackie so im sorry jackieshauna truthers but she ends up with him instead. eddie's the uncle with the job you dont understand until youre around 13 or 14 whos always doing something to spoil his nieces/nephews. look at my oc hes lowkey just a chill guy /ref

--- doomcoming (the fun part) drabble ---

“She can’t even fit into her dress.” Jackie muttered under her breath. Eddie looked across the clearing to see Shauna swaying to the acapella music awkwardly. He snorted.

“And whose fault is that?” He mumbled the snide comment, leaning in closer to Jackie so no one could hear them. “Sure as hell isn’t yours that she's trashy. Or that she chose that God-awful dress.” He sipped his berry wine, the taste growing on him.

“Ugh. Don't make me think about it.” Jackie sighed.

“You want me to request a song from the DJs?” Eddie pointed with his pinky over to Crystal, Akilah, Gen, and Melissa, who were all harmonizing Hotel California -by Crystal's instruction- as the others danced. 

“What song?” Jackie asked tiredly. 

“Trust me, its one of your favorites.” Eddie lied. Jackie smiled, allowing it.

Eddie walked over to the choir group, past Javi, who was trying to convince Travis that he should be allowed to drink the berry wine. Travis relented right as Eddie whispered the song name in Crystal’s ear. She nodded and brought the song to an end - there wasn't much in the way of instrumentals and the portion with lyrics had already been sung. Crystal conferred with the rest of the group as Eddie took his place next to Jackie. They started humming the opening to the song, and it took a second for Jackie to realize what Eddie had chosen. She looked up at him. 

“No- no, I’m not doing it.” She couldn't hide the amused grin on her face. 

“See that girl, watch that scene,” 

“You don't have a choice, sorry Jacks, rules are rules.” Eddie shrugged, smiling wide.

“-digging the dancing queen…”

“C’mon, I’ll embarrass myself too.” Eddie pulled her by the hand onto the ‘dance floor’. They had a routine for that song that Eddie knew she still remembered. Jackie stumbled over the first few steps, but eventually started to dance side by side with Eddie, laughing. It was corny, it was dorky, it was evenings after the dust from their arguments would settle, and he and Jackie would watch movies and have dance-offs together. Eddie almost tripped over a branch, and glanced up at Travis, who was smiling at them. 

“Anybody could be that guy…” 

Jackie twirled Eddie around, a move that was clearly intended for a time when Eddie was significantly shorter than her. A few others started joining in. Tai and Van were giggling like crazy as they danced with each other. Mari pulled Akilah from the singer's group for a moment to join her. 

Eddie remembered exactly when they had last danced to that song. He had been about twelve, Jackie fifteen, and it came on the speakers at some family friend’s wedding. He and Jackie had stolen the show, and by that he meant they had danced horribly and everyone had laughed at their performance. That was good. That was the point.

Out of breath, the song winding down, Eddie stumbled out of the dance clearing to sit next to Travis on his log ‘bench’. As the girls started to hum the beginning to Heat Of The Moment, Travis placed a quick peck on Eddie’s cheek. Eddie turned to glance at him, both of their faces red. They weren't exactly trying to hide what was going on anymore, especially not after the celebration that Tai and Van’s kiss had earned. But Eddie still felt giddy at the fact that they didn't have to hide anything. He saw Javi at the other side of the clearing, a cup full of berry wine, looking back and forth at his brother and Eddie, confused, before shrugging and taking a swig. 

“You gonna keep him from a lifetime of alcoholism?” Eddie nudged Travis, who laughed. 

“Ah- who the hell cares anymore?” Travis tilted his head as he watched the rest of the group dance and sing their hearts out. “End of the world, and all.”

--- thank you for reading!!! ---

[hyunsibae]

Killer strategies

୭ psychotic and hot, he’s running wild and doing what he wants— sometimes. He’s meeting new people and thinking of fun(fun for him)ways to hangout with them!! :) Will you explore his journey?

୭ TW: This chapter of my story includes suggestions of stalking and holding people hostage. Though it does have blood, gore, and a knife. (Basically a whole killing scene.)

୭ don’t know how many words but I wrote up until I couldn’t anymore

Plain sight:

The hatred towards standing out— I just don’t get it. I don’t get why standing out is so awfully hated, why coming out of your comfort zone to do something is completely unacceptable for some people when it’s the best thing to ever happen to me. Right in the spotlight to be seen, not to mask but to show who I really am in return for uhh— recognition? I wouldn’t know too much, I just feed off of what I see and feel, I see and feel recognition. This includes dying my hair a bright red color, getting both concerned and attracted looks, it never stops. Do I mind? Not at all, it gives me such a boost to do the things I love…

Though, not many know what I love. I’m often seen outside, in random cafes, stores, or at parks just looking around. I’m only ever seen when it’s busy or with just the right amount of people. Some lady down the street from the regular buss stop, pointed it out, not that I didn’t know. It’s just— she called my name out so loudly, I had no choice but to listen.

Flashback

“Hey young man!!”

I turned to look over as people brushed by me, hearing a voice shout, “hey young man with the red hair!!” I knew it was towards me because no one else had been wearing red dye in their hair that’s stained their forehead from the previous night of dying it. I was at the bus stop even though I had a car, I just wanted to stand there. Yeah. With a few shoves past people, I made my way to the constant voice that had turned out to be a short lady with a big bag.

“You wouldn’t mind putting this in my car for me yeah?” The lady smiled, the sweet face made me realize that I couldn’t resist an old lady in need of help. Even if I was so confused as to why she asked me out of all the passing men and women on the sidewalk. I carried the bag while being directed towards her car, opening the trunk as I made sure to shove it down in there just enough to close it.

“Thanks young man, what’s your name?” She slowly moved closer as her hands rummaged through her pouched purse for some money and her eyes adverted to the bag. I didn’t think twice to take the money, soon opening my mouth to speak. “Lee heeseung ma’am.”

She smiled before giving me a light touch on the hands, whispering the words. “When I see you, I’ll asked for you. You’re always out when there’s many people, but I always notice you.” I just nodded as she began to get in her car, adjusting the seat to her height as she drove off. A smile began to creep onto my face, it mirrored her exact smile from earlier. “I wonder what she’d look like screaming in the woods, no, my basement. It’s more convenient when I get to see their faces twist in fear.” The words mumbled from my lips.

Over

No, it’s not that I love waiting for the city to get busy during day so people could have a reason to say they saw me here or there, or that they were with me and saw me leave to go home and only home. Surely I don’t love going out during the night to do what I want, and I mean do what I really want to do. Though I’d first take a walk away from my house, maybe ten minutes away or twenty minutes away. I won’t go to a quiet place but it won’t be busy either, some people should be there to see me and I should see them. I’ll then be approached and get asked for my number, humbly refusing before giving in at last. I’d watch them walk away while telling me to call them, rather a girl or a guy, they always get called. Through processed dates, planned hangouts at my house— or theirs, I don’t care. My plan always goes how I want it, I stay focused and try to keep it professionally done and that may have to mean me putting on a mask to make that person think I’m into them and I’m really not. Even through the mask, I sometimes enjoy their company— not that I needed their company and to be clear, I don’t need anyone. I’m perfectly fine on my own.

I let that out to one person, one specific person would could ever have heard my true words. I told her that living alone wasn’t lonely, having no one to go to wasn’t lonely, not being catered to by parents isn’t lonely. She didn’t believe me when said those words, she pitied me and cried and held my face with tears in her eyes just before giving me one of the tightest hugs I’d ever have. I thought she’d have kissed me or tried to do something stupid like encourage me with words(she did do that after, but my point is that it wasn’t the first thing that she did.), but all she could do was sob and hug me. Deep down I didn’t wanna hug her back but my own body began to betray me and that’s when I knew something was wrong. For the first time in my life, I called out someone’s name without my mask on to hide my true feelings.

Flashback

“Hey… Ji young?

“Hm?” She’s managed to say through sniffles.

“I’m deeply sorry, I really am.” She’s been hugging me for a few minutes with choked sobs, I didn’t know why she cried over such simple words of mine.

She also didn’t know why I was apologizing— until she felt an agonizing pain in her throat, a stab to be exact, right on the side and through her spinal accessory.

She choked out as I removed the knife, blood pouring onto my couch as she fell back, trying to gush it all back in or at least trying to stay alive. Her eyes widened with not a thought in her mind but survival, I loved every bit of her expression, the way she choked, her hurt eyes looking at me before realizing this is who I was all along. The way she fell off of the couch trying to crawl away because the pain was too much to even stand, though it was only in her neck… I couldn’t understand it so I just stabbed her thigh. One quick slice before pushing up and slamming back down into her flesh. More blood poured.

My breathing was heavier than before, a satisfied look is what I’d imagine on my face. Her screams were like complete pleasure to my senses, each vibration of her throat would rumble through me before slowing down. I snapped out of it as soon as she did. Realizing my uncoordinated plan, did I panic?

She wasn’t supposed to die today but I just couldn’t let her live anymore. I couldn’t be around her presence and smell her scent and watch her walk aw-

Over

That’s enough.

People used to tell me that I’m an evil lying bastard and that I should burn in hell for the rest of my life.

But they just didn’t know me enough.

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[403tarot]

. . . ♡ BANGCHAN AS A BOYFRIEND – 남친

to start this, it seems like only recently bangchan truly understood the weight a relationship can carry in someone’s life. in my 2025 reading about his love life, i saw that he went through a major heartbreak, and this year his focus would be more on his professional and mental growth. right now, his view on relationships is that they have the power to elevate someone toward success in many areas of life, but just as easily, they can drag someone down into failure with the same intensity. that’s why he feels that relationships need to be built with preparation and maturity from both sides, not just love.

chan longs for a solid relationship, despite the ups and downs that come with being human. he wants someone who can ride those highs and lows with him. someone who, even when going through personal struggles, doesn’t dump all of that into the relationship or use it as an excuse to treat him badly, be distant, or lash out. just as he’d try to keep those things separate, he hopes for someone who can do the same. (i'd say he’s likely had some tough experiences in that area.)

he’s not into relationships full of constant drama or unresolved issues that drag on forever. people who bottle things up, hold grudges, and throw them back in his face later as a "gotcha!" moment really discourage him. he tends to pull away from pessimistic, emotionally distant people, or anyone who doesn’t believe in the relationship, or in him. that kind of energy is a huge turn-off for him!

on the slightly more negative side, even though he has the will and self-awareness to be proactive, take accountability, and make real changes, sometimes bangchan lets himself get too worn out and prefers to sweep problems under the rug instead of facing them head-on. he might hope they’ll just fade away on their own, but by now i think he’s had enough frustrating experiences to realize that doesn’t really work.

like anyone else, he makes mistakes and has his own flaws, and i'd say this is one area he still needs to work on, especially since it goes against a lot of the values he holds when it comes to building a healthy relationship.

i also see that bangchan wants a private relationship. he seems like the kind of person who would prefer to keep his partner out of the public eye, in a protective kind of way. he’s definitely the romantic, caring type, someone who sees the person he loves as precious and feels a strong sense of responsibility toward them (especially considering how public his own life is).

for him, a relationship should be built by two people equally invested in making it work. and he has that initiative, he wants to dive in headfirst and feel that his partner is just as committed as he is. chan’s very romantic and charming. in a relationship, he sees the person he’s with as The One, someone he envisions a real future with (marriage and all). like, he thinks, “one day, she’s going to be my wife.”

he’s the type to get a little obsessed (in a cute way) with the person he’s dating, and he’s definitely emotionally intense. when he’s in love, the whole world just feels different... brighter, softer, more magical. i think he’s one of those people who absolutely loves being in love, loves having someone to come home to, to hug, to share something beautiful with.

he wants to create a sense of stability and trust with his partner, make her feel safe with him and in the relationship so they can start building a long-term future together. so, that seems to be the mindset he wants both of them to have when they’re in a relationship.

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[dream-with-a-fever]

the main reason i struggled to connect with the haydove storyline was because so much of it was tell not show. haymitch recalling past interactions with his tRUe loVe at random moments throughout the book was less romantic and more irritating as a reader. i understand in the circumstances, there wasn’t the time to have them develop over time or see the course of their love, so when we just continually get told they love each other like all-fire it’s like…. okay? but like.. i’m still not that invested.

that’s why i was immediately drawn into his dynamic with maysilee. it’s all happening in the present. he’s had these long held views about who she is and what she does — she’s the most stuck up girl in town, she flounces around in nice dresses and nail polish, nicknames him itchy itchy haymitchy, supposedly looks down on everyone else in town — but he soon learns there’s a lot more to her than he realised. his perceptions of her are challenged, and he comes to not only really respect her, but genuinely like her. they form a trusting bond despite their initial dislike/mistrust of each other. they have a mutual disgust of the capitol and you’re lying if you think they don’t find it admirable and attractive, that the other doesn’t back down in the face of adversity and stands up to anyone who disrespects them, which could and does often result in disastrous consequences (haymitch placing louella’s body directly in front of snow, maysilee slapping drusilla right back, haymitch actively trying to dismantle the arena, maysilee attacking the gamemakers who are trying to fix the berms etc). and yes, we hear that lenore has done some of this too back in 12, but again i feel less connected to it because it’s all tell and not show. maysilee and haymitch’s acts of defiance are shown, not told.

not just that, but they actually get along? their little chats in the training room, the way they joke around together a lot in the arena (miss donner! mr abernathy!), the way they look out for each other and care about each other. that’s a gOOD STORY. that dynamic is so engaging and fun to read, and ultimately so tragic when they have to split up, and he ends up losing the girl he swore he didn’t give a stuff about? and he holds her as she’s dying, pinky swearing to tear down the capitol brick by brick. like??? him seeing her twin sister back in district 12 and running to her, screaming her name?? only to realise… it’s not her. but her face will haunt him forever. LIKE. my HEART. none of his reminiscing of lenore or their two three-page scenes managed to hit as hard as these two.

even his interactions with effie??? like i was SEATEDDD. i loved how she was still kind, empathetic and respectful, despite being brainwashed. she was still a good person, who had been completely indoctrinated into a set of ideals by her government. but clearly had the empathy from the beginning to change perspectives as the story goes on. the way they come to trust each other. the ‘i’m not going to hurt you’ ‘i know’ like???? nothing about their relationship gave romance (yet), but their interactions were so damn lovely, and knowing she stuck by him all those years afterwards, just adds to the sweetness.

in conclusion, sc should’ve made maysilee his love interest. she set it up perfectly. he didn’t need to have the girlfriend back home (she was like lucy baird 2.0 like….. we’ve seen it already) when the tension with his fellow tribute served so hard. him and maysilee basically acted like parents to half the tributes like are we SEEING THIS!!!! and the story still set up effie to be his second chance at love. like the slowest of slowburnnnnn. i need ten more books on that. it’s what i deserved and what the narrative should’ve followed through with, because those relationships were the pumping heart of the book (aside from louella/loulou).

[bluem1lls]

✧₊⁺ Because of you, I can't love you

cheater! se-mi x gf! reader Synopsis: She was your number one, so why couldn't you be hers? Content: angst!! Authors note: OH MY GOD im pretty sure there's no one left here but i'd thought id leave this here and hopefully y'all like it??? i thought about this as a prequel to forget about everything for a while but it could not be that and i could do a part 2 for this one specifically??? u tell me<3 i love u sososo much and tysm to the people who kept asking if i was okay and all, I AM im just a lazy ass who went through a vv big block

It's so hard when love isn't reciprocated the way you want it to be.

Because she was always there; you never thought she'd leave.

So when she does, it doesn't matter how many years pass, she will always be there. At least in your mind.

january 2022.

"Oh, give it a break, would you?" se-mi says, her voice tinged with frustration as you hide your face on your hands, sobbing— trying to stop. "She's just a friend!"

"Except she's not! god, why are you trying to make me look insane? She's not a friend, she's not! I know it!" you say, your voice is cracking but you're still trying to hold your tone. Does she think you're this naive?

Se-mi sits on the bed, grabbing her head with a long sigh. The sharp, maddening silence fills the room as you stare at her, waiting for an answer. Anything.

Nothing comes out of her lips.

"Please…" you cry out loud, eyes filled with tears.

Please tell me you didn't ruin our relationship.

Please tell me you didn't forget about me.

Please tell me you didn't kissed her while i was here, waiting for you to come home.

But her eyes never look at yours. they're fixed on the floor, dissociating. she bites her chapped lips, her throath bobs.

And although you don't know what she's about to say, by the way your blood goes cold— you feel it.

"I'm sorry" she says with a small thread of voice.

And suddenly, every heavy weight on your thoughts comes crashing down.

"W-why? i.. did—did i do something wrong?" you ask with a shaky voice as the tears roll freely down your cheeks.

She stares at you, shaking her head 'no' as she gets up from the bed to try and touch you —quickly pulling away as she sees you flinching. "Never. you—you never did anything wrong i just.."

And once again, silence fills the room.

Because she wants an excuse, but she doesn't have one.

She doesn't really know why she cheated on the girl who loved her the most.

And maybe that's why. Maybe she just answered to herself.

Because you're the girl that always loved her the most. You always loved with your entire heart—all or nothing.

But you weren't the girl she loved the most.

For as long as she can remember, you were always just... there.

Yeah, you were there since high school. After the bullyng, you were the ray of sunshine. Her ray of sunshine.

The drama with her parents? You were there when her mom died, when her dad started to drink and pass out on the couch.

You were always there.

And it wasn't a surprise when you two started dating. After all, the popularity you once held was ruined once you started befriending the 'weirdo'.

And to you? It was worth it. You'd lived, you'd loved other people, yet, you decided that loving her was worth more than anyone else.

But she didn't get that.

Nobody loved her, so when someone suddenly did, it was everything to her.

Until, after a few years, it wasn't.

Because she realized she'd spent her younger years with you, but she never learned what else was out there for her.

"I'm done begging for you to see me, Se-mi" you spoke with the last bit of voice you had, standing up to grab a dirty backpack that lay on what used to be your room— yours and hers.

you began throwing inside everything you owned —or at least what you could fit— before she stops you.

"W-what.." she says with wide eyes, staring at your movements.

"You seriously didn't think I'd forgive the cheating, right?" you say with dried tears and a disgusted face.

"N-no but—"

You turn to face her, and she's never seen that expression on your face before. she thought she knew you like the back of her hand.

Turns out she didn't.

Because the way your teary —now cold and harsh— eyes set on her? the way your mouth twitches with anger and betrayal?

She's never seen that on you.

"You're staying with the apartment, because I'm nice enough" you say, your voice hard and angered while shoving more things into the backpack. "I'm nice enough to know if I throw you out of here, you'll be sleeping on the streets. But, God. Fuck off Se-mi. I hope you know i gave everything for you, and you didn't do shit for me. Go fuck yourself" you spoke grabbing your set of keys and your phone, slinging the backpack over one shoulder.

And with a harsh sound, the door slams behind you, leaving her in a cold, dark apartment that doesn't look like half of what it was before.

Before she cheated, of course.

She knew what she had coming.

She knew when she kissed her co-worker.

She knew when she allowed the pretty blonde to send pictures of her tits to her phone.

She knew when she saw her again.

And she knew the moment the notification popped and your eyes quickly read it. She saw that was all you needed —the confirmation of all those "Are you okay? Are we okay?" "Yeah, i'm just tired".

Thats when she knew she'd fucked up.

And there she sat, on the bed that once had her holding you in her arms.

Whatever warm remnat of that moment was now gone, thanks to her.

Her thoughts were clouded. Her hands buried in her frustrated face, rubbing it. A soft sigh leaving her lips.

She quickly got out of bed, dressing in the first thing she found —sweatpants and a hoodie— before heading out to take a walk.

Her feet gave out near the bench in the park. She dropped herself there, pulling out her phone.

Her screen reflected her lockscreen, a picture of you and her kissing, her hand cupped your cheek. And right there, a message of the girl she cheated on you with. She didn't even learned her name.

She focused on it until she felt a heavy weight beside her. A man dressed in a suit with black hair seemed to be staring at her.

"Hey." he smiled as Se-mi stared at him.

And after thirty minutes, who would tell her she'd ended up beating him at ddakji? He gave her a card with a square, triangle and a circle and a number.

Whatever, right?

Let it be, she told herself as headed home to dial the number.

She took it as a sign.

[z0mbbiegvrl]

kenny x fem/gen reader

dating headcanons

✮⋆˙ KENNY MCCORMICK DATING HEADCANNONS

↳ pairings: kenny mccormick x reader (can be read for fem/gen)

↳ an: hope you enjoy this! kenny is my fav so it's cool i have a lot of requests for him!!

↳ cw: some suggestive ideas, but this is fluff

↳ mlist

It didn’t take long for Kenny to admit he liked you a lot. He noticed how different it was, realizing he didn’t like you in the way he just wanted to have sex with you, then move on, but he wanted to see you more, hug you, kiss you, see you smile, and take you on dates. (definitely still wants to sleep with you, but this time there’s no time frame)

Kenny is the type to act like the playboy of the school and has the reputation of one. Kenny usually goes for the girls who he knows have the same mindset as him, or he’s heard things about them, COUGH the ring episode COUGH. But when it comes to you, he doesn’t try to hook up; he instead goes back to his flirty ways.

When his flirting attempts work, he’s taken aback for sure, which flips a switch in his brain, and that whole playboy attitude is GONE. That’s when you’ll see him stutter, go red in the face, or go completely silent until he finally gathers up the courage to ask you out.

A BIG supporter of whatever you do, will spend his free time following you to practices if it’s that type of deal, go to your shows, games, whatever you’re doing he’s there without a fight. sometimes will just show up even if you forgot to tell him!

He works a lot, so expect a lot of late-night visits, but he never turns up empty-handed. If he’s working at a restaurant, expect him to bring you leftovers from the kitchen to share while watching movies. 

PDA CRAZED, but he will be blushing the moment you do anything back to him. Hand in your back pocket, hand holding his, arm around your shoulder, literally anything he can do to display you to the world, he’s doing it. But the moment you kiss his cheek before going your separate ways to class, he will blush and walk into the wall as he leaves. Practically, the factory resets him for a second.

To Kenny, there is no such thing as moving too fast in life; by your second date, he’s already planning for the long run. Breaking up isn’t even a thought in his mind (not in the Yandere way) when he plans out the future. His friends bully him for it, he just knows you’re it for him, even if something did happen, he’d always want you in his life because he cares about you a lot. 

LOVES LOVES loves, adventurous dates. The more fear-inducing of being kicked out, the better.

He’s super protective of you, no matter how late you two are out, expect him to walk you home each time. No ifs, ands, or buts.

weirdly super good at doing hair; learned from having a little sister. If you have a different type of hair texture, style, trust he will spend the time to learn how to do hairstyles to try on you! I just like quality time.

He’s very attentive; he can figure out something is wrong with you with a glance and immediately pulls you into a hug, rubbing your back. Or if that’s not what you like, he will find a way to calm down how you feel, and give you that silence you need, but he will insist on holding your hand. 

Obsessed with kissing you- I mean, it’s Kenny. He’ll lean in for a quick peck on the lips, see you smile, and go right back in for a much longer kiss. He’d be a sloppy kisser, though, not in the gross way, but he just tends to lazily kiss you if you two are lying together.

He’s very crafty with gifts. We know Kenny doesn’t have a lot of money, but he doesn’t use that as an excuse not to give you things. Most of his gifts are flowers he picked or stole from places- all have little love letters attached. Kenny isn’t at all afraid to sound cringe in those letters. 

Right away, he introduces you to Karen, and without any struggles, she loves you right away. If you go to Kenny’s house, she drags you away from Kenny to show you her new doll that Kenny had gotten her. Kenny doesn’t mind this; in fact, he is so content with it. His two favorite people are getting along. Though sometimes, he’ll pretend to feel lonely and pout until you give him attention, too. 

He’s a good cuddler. Yeah, he might smell like smoke all the time, but if you don’t mind, then cuddling is very peaceful for both of you. He unzips his parka for you to lie against his shirt before zipping it up again, making you stuck against his chest. 

Overall, Kenny is an amazing boyfriend!!

[galadrieljones]

Tav/Astarion "emotional hurt/comfort" trope.

Because Astarion is majorly freaked out by the circus in Rivington. To be fair, Astarion would be freaked out by the cringe, uncanny valley "fun" of the circus, because to him it calls to mind the bovine nature of human boredom, and its pantomime equivalent to "real life," which horrifies him. It's essentially a cage full of masks, too many people who can't leave, walls on all sides as they all clap and nod in eerie unison. This reminds him of his own mask, his own cage, his own compulsions for performance, and it makes him feel unhinged. He is on the razor's edge. He would like to fight or flight immediately.

So his girlfriend Sansara the Rose, the elusive bard from Baldur's Gate, another high elf who loves him unconditionally, holds his hand and takes him behind the stage to show him the face paint. He is unnerved by the face paint. He tells her it reminds him of home in terrible ways. Part of what he always liked about her is that she doesn't "put on her face" in the morning. She just gets up and goes. She is like a sticky bun. She is a sun-kissed squeeze of citrus. She kisses his chainmailed shoulder, because it's all going to be okay, but she doesn't tell him that, not today, because he is occasionally stressed by her positive nature, which he can't help but view as naive. It's just fine, she thinks. He's doing just fine. He still wants to kill the clown.

On their way back to the crowd, San plays a little song on her lyre, just for fun, usurping the audience of another bard nearby. The bard starts an argument with her, insulting her needlessly and accusing her of trying to "steal his thunder." San outwits him, of course. The crowd claps. Her sharp tongue always amuses Astarion who is grateful for her patience with him at this haunted circus.

When they walk away, San tells him that she is glad he likes music, even if he doesn't like clowns.

"Music is not pantomime," he says to her. "Music comes from the heart. It cannot wear a mask." It's one of his rare earnest moments, out in the open, where others can see. They kiss next to the little guy who loves his wife and sells huge sculptures. The little guy says, "I like it!"

Back with Wyll and Karlach, San gets called up to the stage by Dribbles, who likes her singsong charm. Wyll is jealous because he LOVES Dribbles, a callback to his more innocent childhood. But then it turns out: that's not Dribbles at all! That's a fake. There's a fight. The impersonator bonks Sansara with a comically large hammer. She takes a stumble on the stage, and that really pisses Astarion off.

Finally! He gets to kill the clown. Which he does. With his sword. When it's over, Astarion feels a little better about the circus as he cleans the clown blood off his sword with a crisp linen handkerchief. It turns out they can just steal and stab their way through this place. It's no different from anywhere else they've almost died!

"Darling, let's go to the cemetery," he says. "There's a nice view of the canyon."

"That sounds pretty fucking good to me," says Karlach.

"I think I'd also prefer the company of the dead about now," says Wyll, picking the Displacer Beast out of Karlach's hair. "Can't say I like clowns anymore after all that."

So they go to the cemetery. Astarion picks the lock on the gate. As they stand near the fence and admire the canyon in the gentle light of the overcast afternoon, San says, "I didn't know you'd spent any time in Rivington. It's such a cow town."

"I've been everywhere in this hells forsaken place, love," he says. "It's like an anthill. I can't escape. I keep marching back. Like some fucking idiot."

"At least you're not alone this time," she says.

She's right, of course.

Karlach and Wyll, meanwhile, pretend not to watch them from under a nearby apple tree. Karlach eats her apple out of hand while Wyll cuts his into pieces with a knife. "You know I didn't like them together at first," says Wyll. "Thought he would break her heart. But now I see, his was already the broken one. She's like the sutures that hold the pieces together."

"That's a nice metaphor, Ravengard."

"Thanks, Karlach."

In a little while, it starts to rain. They decide to head back to camp. A priest is dead, they've learned, but they're all pretty much dead already. In their way. It can wait one night.

[formulaonecrumbs]

hey junie!! hope you’re doing well!! past couple of days have been rough. maybe osc and reader go watch planes and she excuses herself due to pain, but osc gets worried and goes to find her but she’s just curled in a ball crying (real story. happened couple of hours ago)

-🧸

ps i miss you and love you !!

you don’t have to hide 🫣

Oscar Piastri x PCOS!reader

summary: reader and oscar go plane-watching, but pain hits hard.

warnings: pcos pain, cramps, emotional distress, public setting

A/N: i’m sorry that this can be a norm for u even when things are supposed to be hoing good or ure ’supposed’ to be having fun but i love u, 🧸. makes me happy that u find some comfort in what i write :) enjoy, u beautiful sweet thing.

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it was supposed to be a good day.

you’d even put on a cute outfit—something comfy, airy, perfect for lying in the grass and watching planes arc across the sky. oscar had been so excited when he found the spot, practically bouncing around the flat that morning like a little kid.

“we’ll bring snacks,” he’d said, “and a blanket, and we’ll stay ’til sunset. promise.”

and you’d smiled. said okay. because you wanted to see him happy. you wanted to have a good day.

but your body had other plans.

you try to ignore it at first. the tight pull in your lower belly, the familiar ache crawling up your spine. sharp cramps that come in waves. you press a hand to your stomach when oscar isn’t looking. breathe through the sting.

but it doesn’t stop.

you’re lying beside him on the blanket, his hand brushing your knee, your head on his shoulder—and you know the moment it shifts from manageable to not. a hot flash rushes through you, your limbs go heavy, and you feel the tears build in your throat out of nowhere.

“gonna run to the bathroom,” you whisper, voice way too shaky.

oscar glances over, concerned. “you okay?”

you nod. lie. “just need a minute.”

you don’t make it far.

the public restrooms are too far, your legs too unsteady. so you duck behind a small slope near the lot, sit down, and then curl into yourself. hands fisted in your hoodie, jaw clenched, eyes burning.

you don’t even know what hurts more—your stomach or the part of you that feels like you’re ruining everything again.

so you cry.

quietly at first. then not so quietly. the pain keeps hitting in waves, and the shame with it, and the deep, dull disappointment that today was supposed to be good and now it’s not.

you don’t hear oscar coming.

you only know he’s there when he says your name—soft and scared.

“baby?”

you lift your head slowly, eyes swollen, nose red. “hi.”

he drops to his knees in front of you, wide-eyed. “jesus, i’ve been looking everywhere. what—what happened?”

you shake your head. “it just got bad.”

“how bad?”

you don’t even answer. you just look at him, watery and broken, and he understands.

“okay,” he whispers. “c’mere.”

he doesn’t care about the grass or dirt or the fact that people could walk by any second. he just pulls you right into his lap, tucks your head under his chin, wraps his arms around you so tight you can’t feel the pain for a second.

“you should’ve told me,” he says gently. “i would’ve brought you straight home.”

“i didn’t want to ruin it.”

he leans back to look at you, brushing hair from your face. “you never ruin anything. ever.”

you sniff, laugh a little through it. “you were so happy.”

“i am happy,” he says. “but only if you’re okay. and you’re not right now. so let’s go take care of you, yeah?”

you nod.

he helps you stand, carries the blanket over one arm and keeps you tucked into his side the whole way back to the car. when he settles you in the passenger seat, he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“we’ll come back another day,” he says. “you and me and the planes. but next time—pain or no pain—we do it on your terms.”

and for the first time that day, you smile.

THE END :>